Ch.3 Sincerest Apologies

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ºClarke's P.O.V.*

"What the hell was that?" I excliamed at Mary.

"That is me going on a $100,000 shopping spree. Duh." she said picking at her whine colored nails.

"Your ruining my friendship with a nice boy over money!"

"Oh please, who didn't notice you too making googly eyes at each other and i'll get you a necklace when you win.Okay, sissy?" she pinched my cheeks and made kissy sound.

"Get the fuck off me" I said I grumbled swatting her hands away.  On the way to first period I could her ole cackling ass laugh like a hyena.

I don't like him. Do I?....

Nah!haha

º8TH  PERIOD

    I sat down in advanced art and took out my sketch book. Uh this day is so long. I was in the middle of drawing my ex-boyfriend, Jacob's, face. I've never missed red hair and blue eyes so much. There is a boy is my Debate and geometry class name Jase McCrow, who looks alot like Jacob. Maybe I should go out with him. As the bell rang some plopped down in the chair next to me.

   "So pretty lady, we meet again."I turned to the side to see the person that interrupted my reminisce.

"Hi..."

"Harry"

"Harry. Is that short for Harold or something?"

"Nah. Just Harry." I started to giggle. "What?"

   "That name is so... old. I mean in America that name would be for an old world war II veteran-"

   "Oh haha. So who is that guy?" Harry asked pointing to my drawing.

   "My ex-boyfriend. His name is Jacob. I've known him since fourth grade. We hated each other.Until fifth grade, we became best friends, then he dated my other best friend Savannah. By summer they broke up and from sixth grade to ninth we dated. Are plans we're he goes to the army. I become an army wife that owned my own veterinarian clinic. we have three kids that names start with Ls, 2 dogs, 1 cat, and 4 fishes. Happy ever after. Sadly, my dad moved me here and Jacob told me it was okay that I could move on."

    "Well, I'm sorry to hear about your broken dreams, but you can always recreate it."

    "But I want it with him or someone that looks like him." Harry's face dropped.

     "Um...I-Okay. I just wanted to-" the bell rang and I headed to gym for cheer."Wait! Wait!"

"Yes Hayden?"

   "Harry, actually. I was wondering if you'd like to go to Cal's Burger."

"I can't. "

"Why?"

     "I have cheer practice and you could take me to the woods, lock me in a closet, rape me, then mutate me into something off of American Horror Story. I'm not taking chances, but thanks for the invite" I said all in one breath.

HARRY'S P.O.V.

     Damn, this girl is hard to get. I walked to the bus. I hate that I had to ride this human toaster filled with snotty nose kids, chivalric old women, and horrid smelling homeless people. I wish my car was done.

Clarke's P.O.V.

I ran out to the field so the coach can take the role.

"Arcinas?"

"Here!"

"Avers?"

"Here!"

"Cole?"

"Here!"

"Dessi?"

"Here!"

"Humbert?"

"Here!"

"Ike?"

"Here!"

"Jasont?"

"Here!"

"Jasont?"

"Here!"

"Parker?"

"Here!"

"Olsan?"

"Here!"

"Titano?"

"Here!"

"Windall?"

"Here!"

"Alright ladies, nice to meet you all. Take a lap!"

"Well, shit. Nice to meet you too." I grumbled as I walked to track. When she pulled the gun I took off, soon hearing voices in the distance. I looked back to see Lindz and Hele. My feet slowed down to a power walk until they caught up.

"You run too fast" Helen panted.

"So have you seen that scary boy around school?" Lindsay asked.

"Actually, I have him for art. Do you guys think I like him or vise versa?"

"Well, oblivion is inevitable and love is a shout into the void-"

"Helen, You have got to stop watching The Fault in Our Stars."

"Honestly I think you shouldn't date him." Lindsay pipped up.

"Why?"

"He could ruin your chances of winning, your family will hate him, and he's scary. He probably does drugs, maybe even murdered someone."

"I don't even like him to date him, but your stereotyping, Lindz, remember we said we'd work on that. he might not even be a bad person," I reassured her.

"Whatever."

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Practice was long and tiring but it was finally time to go home.

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